/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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Snowbis

Walking in the winter wonderland?

>>23729016
What about that Anubis who was eyeing the scarf?

>>23508673
Okay, how did a desert doggo end up out there?

Where are some good places to meet a nice mofu girl?

>>23234139
Mofu have to get creative to wear headphones and earmuffs

>>20039668
99% of the time the result is just gonna be "whatever husband likes."
It's the same thing as why many monsters go around dressed relatively conservatively; it's because they know that there are some guys who like that more. They diversify their strategies.

>>20018239
Tundranubis was able to brave the cold and survive the harsh winters of Canada, the desert Wendigo has not been in contact for months and is presumed dead of heat stroke or working hard for the local grapesnakes

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And another story goes into the trash. I'm on a roll!

>>18930414
They have to get creative to cover their ears, so they need a little help keeping them warm

>>18289377
I think they're just called ideal GF images, I'm not sure.
I think they started on /r9k/

>>17919812
Snownubis are the cuddliest

>>17605107
Scheduledogs need clean fur too, and warm ears

>Anon, my ears are cold, when are you going to warm me up?

>>17271292
Only snownubis gets cuddles

>>17219283
Anubi should wear winter clothing and be less formal more often

>>17199252
Winter scheduledog

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Cold dogs!

>>16917478
The sole survivor of an ill-fated land.

>>16735296
>And besides 9 quality tails > a big, dumb oversized tail
Quality over quantity!

>>16541847
Cold dogs

>>16513946
>.less' winter anubis picture really brings out that urge in me.
It is such a lovely pic.

Definitely one that I look at and just think "Waifu". Kind of sad I wasn't the one who requested it really.

>>16513479
No, what's not fit for a blue board is me describing the walk back home, after she's bought herself a soft woollen hat with ear covers actually big enough for hers. When it's after 7pm and the sun's long since gone down, the streetlights are casting every cloud of breath from your mouth in smoky orange.
When it's so cold even her fluffy paws, left bare for their thick fur, begin to feel the bite of cold in the air. So when you see her rub her paws together and breathe against her pads, you can't help but get behind her and take her hands in yours. Gently guiding them into the upsized pockets of her overcoat, with just enough room for her paws, and your hands to roam all around them. But not nearly enough room for her to pull them out with your arms there too.
So she's got her arms effectively pinned in her pockets, while you're reaching around her, rubbing warmth into every digit from claw to knuckle, every strand of fur, and across every inch of her pads.
Imagine the feeling of interlocking your fingers between hers, individual furs tickling between yours while she gets to feel your fingertips play over her hands.
She'll lean back against you while you support her from behind, her head under your chin, warding off the cold together while standing on the side of a dark, snowy winter street.